"Kaku..."

With a crisp sound, Zhao Yan's face became redder and redder, and his eyes, which seemed to be trying to choose someone, turned and fell on his phone little by little. The screen of the phone was accidentally squeezed out cracks.

The cracks on the mobile phone screen are just like his heart at this moment, Fan Long is dead...

Wang Qin's words reported to him on the phone just now seemed to be echoing in his ears, "Mr. Zhao! When I received a call from Zheng Xiaohua, the company was swallowed up by the raging fire. Fan Long, Fan Long, because he wanted to keep the murderer, he fought with the murderer and was beaten to death by the murderer......"

"A Yan! Run!!!"

That was the first time they lost a fight with people from other schools. Fan Long hugged an opponent and shouted at him to run away at the top of his lungs.

"A Yan! Do you treat me as a brother? Do you want to call me if you fight?"

That was the second time he and Ji Yichun, Lou Wenhao and the others went out to seek revenge, but Fan Long, who was injured and not completely cured, found out that Fan Long pulled his collar and questioned him.

"Bajiquan? The name is good! Teach me Ayan! I want to learn it too!"

"Brothers! If my dad beat me to death today, you should remember to burn some paper for me next year! It would be better to burn two more beauties for me, and I'm still a man!"

"Don't say so much nonsense! Come and pick me up! Brother, I'm at my end now, so I can only come and join you!"

...

The scenes of intersecting with Fan Long and the words that Fan Long said were pouring out in Zhao Yan's mind at this moment. His eyes were already red, his eyes were unprecedentedly fierce, and tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

The teeth were bitten by Zhao Yan, and the princess was clattering.

Fan Long died, just like that! Just like that…

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it??? Ah!!!"

The surging emotions and hatred that could no longer be suppressed turned into a roar, breaking the tranquility of the night and spreading far away in the darkness.

"Bang!!"

He punched the computer desk heavily, and the half-old computer desk in the attic suddenly fell apart, and with a clamor, it scattered on the ground along with the computer.

"A Yan! What's wrong with you? What's your name in the middle of the night?"

Mom's worrying inquiries came from downstairs, and her father's scolding: "Boy! Howling in the middle of the night? Your father is not dead yet!"

There was a thudding sound of going upstairs on the stairs, followed by a thud of banging the door, and a worried voice from the elder sister: "A Yan! What's wrong with you? Did something fall down just now?"

My mother's voice came: "A Yan! Open the door! What are you doing in the room? Such a big noise?"

Many lights were lit up in the room next to and across the road, and some people shouted, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Some people also scolded: "What is the ghost in the middle of the night?"

Some people were puzzled: "It seems that it is the boy Ayan from Sister Wu's family?"

Zhao Yan was full of tears and blushed, turning his head to look at the wooden door of the attic that was constantly being patted. Outside the door, my father's voice came: "Open the door quickly! Boy! You won't stop if you don't tear this attic, right? Open the door for me quickly!"

Zhao Yan stood in front of the collapsed computer desk, raised his face and closed his eyes tightly, his temples pounding, full of anger and hatred. He had no brothers! Only his sister and sister, but Fan Long, Ji Yichun, and Lou Wenhao were better than his brothers!

Especially Fan Long, the two grew up together, went to school together, played naughty together, and fought with others together with boxing practice...

After so many years, they have been Jiao Buli Meng, Meng Buli. He went to Nanjing to go to college, and Fan Long followed him. He originally thought that he could take care of Fan Long in his company and that he could take care of him. His good brothers would share the blessings, but Fan Long did not expect that he would die because of this.

With his teeth bared, he reached out and wiped away the tears from his face. Zhao Yan suddenly opened his eyes and pursed his lips tightly. Instead of going to open the door for his parents and sisters, he kicked the collapsed computer desk on the ground, kicked out the drawer, bent down to pick up the wallet and car keys inside.

Zhao Yan suddenly stepped towards the balcony. When he opened the balcony door, he stopped slightly, and said to the attic door at the back stairs: "Dad! Mom! Sister! I'm fine! There was a small problem with the company. I'll go over and solve it! I'll be back in a few days!"

After saying that, he ignored his parents, and the eldest sister was worried outside the attic door. She asked angrily, and she stumbled onto the wooden door of the balcony. She strode towards the outermost edge of the balcony, and strode to the edge of the balcony. She looked down at the small windowsills below. Zhao Yan jumped, and there was a burst of exclamation from the windows on several balconies with lights on the street.

"ah???"

"A Yan!!!"

"I jumped off the building!!"

Behind the window diagonally opposite, Hou Yichen happened to see this scene, exclaimed, covered his mouth tightly, his whole face turned pale, and his heart was pounding.

Amid the screams of exclamation, Zhao Yan's figure fell rapidly and stepped on the small windowsills one after another. One of the small balcony may not be solid enough, and he broke into pieces and fell down.

In the quiet night, only a few heavy and muffled sounds were heard. When Zhao Yan was about to land, he kicked the wall and flew horizontally to the big tree on the roadside, and kicked the trunks again. Along with the falling leaves in the sky, his feet fell steadily to the ground.

The neighbors who were screaming on both sides of the street suddenly lost their voices, and were all frightened by Zhao Yan's amazing skills.

Zhao Yan didn't feel any slight smugness. He turned his head and looked at the door of his store. He could hear the sound of going downstairs at home. The reason why he jumped off the balcony was that he didn't want to explain it to his parents, nor did he want them to worry more.

If they knew what he wanted to do to Nanjing overnight, with his mother's doting on him, he would definitely not let him leave, and his elder sister and father would probably stop him.

But Fan Long died and was beaten to death. As a brother, he couldn't just let it go. At this moment, he just wanted to tear the murderer who killed Fan Long with his own hands!

After just a glance at his home door, Zhao Yan hurried to his car, opened the door and got into the car, and fell heavily on the door. The moment his home door opened, Lei Yi suddenly started. After a sharp turn in the center of the street, he galloped away like a roaring beast.

"A Yan!! Where are you going?"

Zhao Yan heard the mother's anxious shout at the door of the house, but he pursed his lips and didn't look back. The thunder wings under the street lights flashed like a purple floating light in the night. When Zhao Yan's mother, father, and elder sister rushed to the middle of the street, there was no trace of thunder wings in the night.

"What is A Yan doing? Death! I'm so scared of A Yan's appearance... A Yan has never been like this since he was a child..."
Chapter completed!